I shifted uncomfortably on the couch.I shifted uncomfortably on the couch. She giggled. I broke our kiss and said, "What now?" "What do you mean?" "Nyss, we haven't had sex in a few weeks, mostly because of your back and the extra weight in the way. Do you want to make love?" "I thought we were getting to that." I reached over and undid the frogs of her blouse, pushing it aside. She leaned forward off of the couch so that I could take it off completely. I removed her brassiere as well, then undid the snaps of her denim skirt, which parted easily, so I simply laid it back against the couch. She was completely naked except for her white mid-calf boots, which I left on; I think they match wonderfully with her dark-blue fur. She leaned against the couch again, and we began to kiss again, making out like kids who'd never done this before. And in a way, that's how I felt. There was a major difference in our kiss this time, because there was something so very different about her. Our kiss went on for several minutes while my hands roamed over her furred breasts and belly, going against the grain and disturbing the smooth patterns laid flat by the whole day of sitting in her office. |